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I've been sick for almost two weeks now, and it's just dragging at me. On Thursday I surrendered any hope of getting better on my own, and went to the doctors office, where they poked and prodded (literally- I got acupuncture as well), and declared that I had a sinus infection. The culture swabbing did not go well; I actually shrieked and whimpered, it hurt so much. So now I'm on antibiotics, and codeine cough syrup, and I'm slowly getting better. Slowly, slowly.
In the course of normal day, I think nothing of how far I walk. A 5-mile day is average if I go to school and yoga. Now, walking to 18th street takes all available energy. I couldn't muster it yesterday, and so all I had to eat were two oatmeal packets; I'd already eaten all of the leftovers in the fridge, which is an anomaly in itself.
I forced myself out today, bundled against the cold, and slowly trudged over to Mandu. I'd thought I'd wanted dumpling soup, but ended up getting the bibim bap. I sat and read, and rested, until I felt that I was ready to face the uphill climb home. I picked up a sandwich for dinner from the Dupont Market, but it's still sitting in the fridge. I guess it will be lunch tommorrow.
Something- the bibim bap, or maybe the cipro, is not agreeing with me. A few hours ago I was in agonizing pain that just consumed my torso, my diaphragm, my back, my chest. I was shaking and crying and could barely even get over to the kitchen to look for an ancient bottle of antacids languishing in the back of the drawer. They've long ago expired, of course, but can antacids honestly go bad? It seems impossible.
It's one of those moments when it hits me just how utterly and completely alone I am. I've been having them a lot this last week- I can't sleep for than 45 minutes without waking up to a coughing fit that usually leaves me convulsing and trying not to vomit. I spend the night on the couch, it's somewhat better if I can rest somewhat upright.
But mostly, I read, and just close my eyes occasionally. Very very alone.
On a cheerier note, I must give all praise and glory to Sugar Shea Butter by Fresh. After going through a few rainforests of tissues, and having my eyes on perpetual leak for several days, my skin was paper-thin and raw and red around the eyes and nose. On one of my orbits into the bathroom, the jar of shea butter beckoned to me, and I began applying it liberally to every part of my face that hurt. A day later my face was free of pain or irritation, and still continues to be. I may be sick, but my face no longer *looks* it. Honestly, I never would have expected to heal so fast and with so little annoyance. That stuff just works.
In the course of normal day, I think nothing of how far I walk. A 5-mile day is average if I go to school and yoga. Now, walking to 18th street takes all available energy. I couldn't muster it yesterday, and so all I had to eat were two oatmeal packets; I'd already eaten all of the leftovers in the fridge, which is an anomaly in itself.
I forced myself out today, bundled against the cold, and slowly trudged over to Mandu. I'd thought I'd wanted dumpling soup, but ended up getting the bibim bap. I sat and read, and rested, until I felt that I was ready to face the uphill climb home. I picked up a sandwich for dinner from the Dupont Market, but it's still sitting in the fridge. I guess it will be lunch tommorrow.
Something- the bibim bap, or maybe the cipro, is not agreeing with me. A few hours ago I was in agonizing pain that just consumed my torso, my diaphragm, my back, my chest. I was shaking and crying and could barely even get over to the kitchen to look for an ancient bottle of antacids languishing in the back of the drawer. They've long ago expired, of course, but can antacids honestly go bad? It seems impossible.
It's one of those moments when it hits me just how utterly and completely alone I am. I've been having them a lot this last week- I can't sleep for than 45 minutes without waking up to a coughing fit that usually leaves me convulsing and trying not to vomit. I spend the night on the couch, it's somewhat better if I can rest somewhat upright.
But mostly, I read, and just close my eyes occasionally. Very very alone.
On a cheerier note, I must give all praise and glory to Sugar Shea Butter by Fresh. After going through a few rainforests of tissues, and having my eyes on perpetual leak for several days, my skin was paper-thin and raw and red around the eyes and nose. On one of my orbits into the bathroom, the jar of shea butter beckoned to me, and I began applying it liberally to every part of my face that hurt. A day later my face was free of pain or irritation, and still continues to be. I may be sick, but my face no longer *looks* it. Honestly, I never would have expected to heal so fast and with so little annoyance. That stuff just works.
